It’s Michigan Week, so I’m going to be a little distracted. Here’s how seriously I take this game: For the last three years, I’ve taken a vacation day on the day before the Michigan game because I’ve observed that I absolutely cannot get anything done. My bosses have noticed as well; they repeatedly give me this day with no argument…

On the day after we finalized the details of a March skiing trip to Snowmass in Colorado, the PG ran its annual skiing preview travel section. I am totally beside myself — checking weather reports for here, Vermont, New York, Colorado … looking up ski area web pages to check for pictures of snowmaking … obsessively re-reading the various ski magazines’ gear issues, trying to narrow down my choices (it’s looking like the K2 Apache Crossfire!) … It needs to get cold and start snowing, soon.

I can’t believe I just wrote that…

This post was named for a restaurant — more like a counter, actually — in Hanalei on Kauai. They serve a traditional Hawaiian boxed lunch, made popular years ago by the large number of Asian blue-collar workers around the islands. You get a heaping pile of meat, generally pork, and “two scoops rice.” The meat can vary, and in some places you get the choice of a second side (can I have some poi with that, please?). Yum.

Fred and Ethel came out last weekend. The lasting evidence of their visit is the feather-laden toy they brought for Miles, who has lost his mind because of it. Now, at nearly 1:30 a.m., the cat keeps dropping this thing at my feet, crouching while he waits for me to toss it into the darkness. This is the best game ever…

I’m a little sleepy tonight (we’re officially blaming Fred and Ethel for that), so we’re wrapping it up. There are a couple of things I’m going to try to cover this week: Fred’s efforts to revive the Yippie Movement and the big mouths of disgruntled college football players. Until then, just Ginn, baby…